Assassins: The Game of Love

Summary: At the stroke of midnight our favorite Twilight characters lives will be forever altered- by a game nonetheless. What happens when Bella, Edward and the rest sign up for a cross campus game of Assassins? Who will live? Who will die? And who will fall in love? Read to find out! ALL HUMAN!

A/N: I do own a copy of Twilight; however, I don't own the actual rights to said book … :(

Chapter 1: Midnight

BPOV

"Alice Brandon, sit still for goodness sake," I said from my desk, observing the pixie who was bouncing up and down in her seat, counting down the minutes until midnight.

"Eight," she continued the countdown, but stood up, walking back and forth in our small room. Not exactly sitting still, but I'd take it over the bouncing.

I rolled my eyes, and tried to enjoy the last few minutes of peace I would be experiencing for the next week. I opened my book, and attempted to get some reading done, but couldn't concentrate.

I don't know what I was thinking agreeing to sign up for this game with Alice, at the time it seemed like a good idea. But now, as Alice paced the room, hands intertwined and muttering plans of action, I wasn't so sure.

When we signed up, they made the game seem like a fun, small, laid back game that we could play in our free time, emphasizing the fact that we'd meet new people during it. It was this meeting new people that eventually pushed me to sign up for the game, being a freshman at a big college, knowing no one but my roommate I figured it would be a good idea to meet some new people. And then add Alice into the equation, begging and pleading with me to sign up- well who could resist that?

I now knew my answer, any sane person.

Since signing my soul away, as I once referred to it when talking to Alice, I heard stories of the game in past years. One kid was forced to climb out of his third story window, and down the drain pipes to escape his room because his assassin refused to move for two straight days from outside his door. Luckily, or unluckily depending, when I told Alice this story, she pointed out that we were on the ground floor; therefore we wouldn't be required to scale down our buildings walls. That didn't help ease my concern much.

"Seven," Alice said, plopping down onto her bed and turning to face me. "So, I've been thinking, we should make some sort of pact."

"Pact?" I echoed.

"Yea, sort of like an alliance," Alice told me.

"An alliance? Alice, you're making this sound like a game of Survivor," I laughed.

She threw me a pointed glare, "And you're making this sound like a walk in the park, let me tell you, Bella, it's not, we'll have to be on the look out at all times, and it'd be nice to be able to trust someone completely." She bit her lip and looked at me hopefully.

I shook my head, still not believing how seriously she was taking this game, "Why, remind me please, do you care so much about this game?"

She sighed, "Two words: cash prize"

"But, you don't need the money; doesn't your dad give you a monthly allowance that is more then enough?" I asked logically. Even a complete stranger could tell she was well off by taking a quick glance at her closet, if they didn't faint in shock first. I almost did the first time I saw her closet, I'm sure Alice would even give Paris Hilton a run for her money, she has every new designer jacket, shirt, pant and even shoe in fashion. But, unlike most girls at our school, she never feels the need to show off her wealth, something I'd always liked about her.

Alice pulled out a tissue dramatically and wiped the corner of her eye, "Didn't I tell you, Bella?" I shook my head, "My dad … my dad he cut my allowance to half after seeing my bill last month. I need this cash prize to keep up my wardrobe."

I bit back a laugh, only Alice. "So what your saying is you'll be using this money to go shopping? And …" I said, slowly processing this information, "if you don't win, then you won't be able to go shopping for an entire month?"

Her head snapped up and she glared at me, "Oh no you don't Miss Swan, don't even think that by sabotaging my game you won't be forced into shopping for a month. We'll still go shopping, but you'll have to listen to me whine about not being able to buy things that normally I would."

I cringed, the only thing worse then shopping-mode Alice was frustrated-shopping deprived Alice. "Alright, fine, I agree to your pact."

Alice stood and walked over to me, stopping directly in front of my chair, "Repeat after me," she held her right hand up, "I, Alice Brandon, will not sabotage Isabella Swan during the game. I will help her as much as possible, and warn her if I find out any information of who is after her."

I repeated, as directed, after her, switching out our names to fit into the right parts when she added to then end, "Unless, there is an excellent reason for the betrayal, and I mean excellent."

I repeated again, not as seriously, I couldn't imagine any reason that I would need to betray Alice, after all, I didn't really care too much about the game and with my luck, I'd be out within the first day anyway.

Content with our agreement, Alice skipped back over to her bed and looked at the clock, "Three minutes, I repeat three minutes."

"Crap," I muttered, "I'm going to run to the bathroom real quick." I said, planning for the ciaos that was sure to break loose after pictures had been distributed.

"Good thinking, Bella," Alice smiled at me. We quickly ran down the hall to the bathrooms, and in record time were back in our dorms, door shut, waiting for the clock to turn to 12:00.

Never in my life had I watched a clock so intently, its red flashing numbers shining back at me, mocking our excitement, anxiety and nerves.

11:59 Blink.

11:59 Blink.

12:00 Blink.

Screams filled the halls, and almost instantly a red envelope was slid under the door.

Alice and I looked at each other, took a simultaneous deep breath and picked up the letter.

"Let's open it on my bed," Alice said, walking to the bed, "Oh, make sure the door is locked!" she said as an afterthought, nervously eying the door.

I confirmed that the door was indeed locked, and followed her to the bed.

The letter lay in between us, waiting to be opened, there was writing on the back.

I picked up the envelope and read the writing out loud, "Rules: Hopefully by now you all know the game, but just to cover the bases we'll write them here. Each person playing has been assigned a target (picture inside), your goal is to find your target and tag them with a spoon before you get tagged by whoever is after you. To make it more difficult to be tagged though, we have added ways to keep safe, each days these tasks will become more difficult to achieve – therefore making it easier for your assassin to "kill you". Each day you will be getting a new piece of paper describing what you must do that day to remain safe and protected. Almost anywhere on campus is free game, however; no breaking into dorm rooms, disrupting class, or going into bathrooms of opposite sexes. Good luck, have fun, and be careful!"

"This is going to be so much fun!" Alice squealed, "Quick, open the envelope."

Following her directions I did and out came three pieces of paper, of equal size.

The first I read aloud "To remain safe, simply make your spoon visible to the common eye until otherwise instructed."

"That sounds easy enough," Alice mused and picked up the next piece of paper that had Alice written on the back. I then picked up the other that said Bella and came face-to-face with my target.

It was difficult to make out who was in the grainy black-and-white photo, but even through all that I could tell he was attractive. Not hot, or sexy, but cute in the boyish way. His hair seemed light, probably blond, that was spiked neatly and his face had a roundness to it that was endearing. I studied his picture some more, racking through my brain to see if I knew who he was and came up with nothing. "Alice, do you know this kid?" I asked, looking up at Alice who was staring wide-eyed down at her targets picture. "What's wrong?" I asked.

She simply held out the picture to me. I quickly took it and studied it much as I had mine. Our targets both had the same colored hair, but that is where the similarities stopped. Whereas mine had a boyish charm to him, hers smiled deviously into the camera. He seemed overall normal, "I don't get it, what's wrong?" I said, expressing my confusion.

"He's beautiful," Alice swooned, "I think I'm in love, Bella."

I rolled my eyes, "More like you're in lust, he is quite the looker." I commented.

Her eyes got protective and she snatched back the picture, "He's mine!"

I held my hands up in front of myself, "Of course, he's not really my type anyway, but he is attractive." I said, trying to dig myself out of the hole without making it any deeper.

She smiled and held the picture close to her chest, "He is, isn't he?" then her eyes snapped forward, "What is your type anyways, Bella? All throughout high school you used that same excuse 'Oh he isn't my type'" she made her voice high pitched and squeaky when imitating me.

"I do not sound like that," I complained then added, "And, I just don't know what my type is yet, but you'll be the first to know when I find out."

"I better be," she said, and then looked at my picture.

"Any idea who he is?" I asked, hopeful. Alice, being an extravert, already knew a majority of the people on campus.

She frowned, "Nope, but I'll be sure to keep my eyes open."

"Thanks," I said when suddenly a knocking came at our door.

Alice and I both froze, and tip-toed to the door.

"Hello?" a velvety voice called through the doors, "Anyone in there?"

We both eyed each other silently but said nothing.

"Anyone?" he asked again. "Hey, do you know if Isabella is in her room?" the voice asked what I could only assume was someone passing by.

Please say no, please say no, I silently prayed.

"Ummm," the other voice stuttered, sounding dazed, "What?"

The original voice, the guy voice, repeated his question slowly.

"Oh, um" the girl paused, "Sorry, no."

"Well, thanks anyway," he said, and I could hear footsteps quickly retreat from the door.
Was it the girl? Or the guy though, I wondered. My questions were soon answered when his voice again spoke, "I'll be back" he said, in what I could only interpret as an impression of Arnold Schwarzenegger.

I couldn't help it, I giggled and only after I realized my mistake did I hear him chuckle from the other side of the door.

"See you later, Isabella," he said, tapping the door and walking away.

As soon as we were fairly sure that he had actually gone, Alice burst, "He must have already known you if he found you this quickly. Oh, this is not good Bella; you're going to have to be extra careful."

I nodded, not fully listening to what she was saying. All I could think about was his voice, and his chuckle. Yes, I'd have to be extra careful, but not for the reasons Alice was thinking.

A/N: Hey guys! So, the first chapter is always the most important, I think. It sets the basis for the entire plot, and I get to see if there is interest in the story and if I should continue. Review to let me know if you're interested in the story, and if I should keep writing … or if you think it's a stupid idea and I shouldn't even bother continuing! But … hopefully it'll be the first! :- ) Also, I've decided to give a sneak-peak to those who review aka a quote or paragraph from the next chapter! Just a little more incentive for you all to give me your comments on the chapter! :-)